Posted by: Shara | May 22, 2017

Baby Come Home

Baby, sweet baby,

Wee little son…

Come home to your family;

Home makes us one.

You’re our new joy,

Our angel now free.

Mom and Dad love you;

You make us happy!

Welcome, oh welcome,

Dear, small soul!

With us forever,

Our hearts are whole!

Posted by: Shara | May 15, 2017

The Writer’s Journey

When I first started this blog, I was wondering if I had what it took to write, constantly, and to write well enough to create a career for myself. I had no idea what that journey would look like. Writing daily is work, whether or not it sounds fun. Some days there are other things to do; sometimes the feedback on a piece of work makes me want to hide in bed. The difference between a writing career and any other job is that the passion and force behind a self-created masterpiece I take sole responsibility for means that I pass or fail by my own actions. I am in control, and that knowledge takes me back to the computer day after day after day.

Being a “writer” or an “author” carries a lot of preconceived notions and expectations. Add that to stereotypes for certain types of writing, and a whole ball of assumptions is created. For a writer, people believe the title denotes someone who is a starving artist, barely able to buy ramen. As an author, I become elevated to the ranks of those who have published successful books; otherwise, how could I call myself that? To claim being an editor promotes me to a new level above writers, because now I am the one who is critiquing their work. Then there is ghostwriting. All of the words that people see every day, unattributed to the writer who so carefully crafted them into sentences, paragraphs, and ads, are words that people have no idea where they came from. When I tell someone that I am a writer and that person politely asks what I write, I drop this bomb on purpose: “Business plans, grant proposals, legal forms… general business information.” The jaw slackens and I see this clearly all over the person’s face: “Oh, I guess that all DOES take writing! Huh….” If I feel like being difficult, I say “poetry” first. As I see the judgment creep in, then I tack on the rest. If I write nonfiction, I am much more scholarly than if I take the “easy” way out and write fantasy. The most interesting stereotype, though, is when I tell the few people who wouldn’t care anyway because they have seen varied forms of my writing that I do it ALL.

“How can you do it all? Don’t you need to specialize in one area to be good at it?” While the answer to that is obviously yes, the word that comes under scrutiny is specialize. I have been writing for over thirty years, I have been reading for forty, and words come easily to me. I have spent my time doing the research, cultivating mastery for each of the different areas of writing, specializing, and here’s what I have discovered. Although writing alternate genres takes varied skill sets and specific area focus, writing is writing and crosses over into itself every time a work is crafted. When parts of a script or a novel are “poetic,” a novel could be made into a stage play because the action jumps from the page, or when a business plan is engaging because of detail and description, these writing areas cross over to create enjoyable communication. That is what writing is meant to be, after all. Writing is enjoyable communication, bringing this huge world into sharper and more intimate focus for us to engage with each other in.

All this isn’t to say that I am perfect at it. I make mistakes. I value the honest input that raises my writing from good to tantalizing. I need editing, and I need feedback. When it comes to showing others what I have done, I sometimes have to work up to putting my creations under the scope. Being a pen master means caring about the living, breathing entities that leap from my mind. I thought I would be writing novels all day long, or staring out at the sunset as my poetry records the event. Instead, I write poetry, business plans, essays, short stories, novels, grant proposals, ads, and general copywriting, just to keep myself forming words that will affect people out there in the cosmos. Every writing is a new adventure, changing because my work is diversified, and writing never becomes boring because of the daily challenges. I am still in control, and satisfied with people enjoying my work, even when they don’t know it’s mine.

Posted by: Shara | May 15, 2017

Announcement

Due to my other workloads, I will be scaling back and only posting once weekly. I am still here, just less frequently. I appreciate all of your support!

Posted by: Shara | May 14, 2017

A Mother’s Day to Celebrate

To all the women out there

Who’ve touched someone else’s life:

Mother, daughter, grandmother,

Teacher, mentor, coach, or wife

We celebrate together

The lives of those we treasure

 

Posted by: Shara | May 13, 2017

Deserving?

Why must people insist upon using the word

“deserve”

incorrectly?

I deserve…

She deserves…

They deserve…

but do they?

If “deserve” means “worthy,”

I want to know– worthy of what?

Does she really deserve ice cream?

Does he actually deserve a raise for surfing the internet?

Does the gang member mouthing off truly deserve respect?

Or…

Does the African mother making food

out of clay for her starving children

deserve respect?

Does the sweatshop worker

making $2 a day on a 12-hour shift

deserve a raise?

Does the voice of reason, under oppression,

afraid of being silenced but still speaking out

deserve respect?

Does the world deserve clean water?

Do the children deserve a fighting chance at life?

Do the people who cry at night with no money or food

deserve compassion?

Yes please, Life, give people what they deserve!

Posted by: Shara | May 12, 2017

Glorious Sacrifice

Posted by: Shara | May 11, 2017

Classic Humanity Unmasked

When books become classic,

With flair for dramatics,

And the reader’s along for the ride,

These choice books’ structured tones–

Penned by authors well-known–

Prove what happens to those misguided.

Where’s Hyde without Jekyll?

The world’s worst debacle

Was Doc Frankenstein’s experiment.

In truest vampire form,

Count Drac liked his blood warm.

Lord of the Flies was frenzied torment.

Once a madd’ning raven

Proved the mind’s no haven

For those suffering companion’s loss.

An old car reigned supreme,

LeBay called her Christine,

She would ne’er let a human be boss.

Flee big brother no more

In 1984,

Big government has won all control.

Set the books to burning;

No fight for free-thinking,

Robot firemen have lost their souls.

There’s the myst’ry to solve

With an armored resolve;

Sherlock’s observations ignited.

Justice is to be met—

Sinful decade-old debts—

When Monte Cristo’s wrongs are righted.

Social justice fought for,

By boys keeping score,

Barely escaped by young Ponyboy.

A love kept in secret

From long feud to protect;

Two young, innocent lives did destroy.

The raw power of word

To point out what’s occurred—

Humanity’s triumphs and mistakes—

How mankind turns out next

Isn’t just story text,

People must change before it’s too late.

Posted by: Shara | May 10, 2017

Overcoming the Grave

On the day the Savior died
Tortured, hung, upon that cross
His followers, heartbroken,
Thought that everything was lost
When he returned, triumphant
Having overcome the grave
He gifted all with freedom;
Now mortal death can’t enslave
Posted by: Shara | May 9, 2017

He Gave Me All He Hath

Posted by: Shara | May 8, 2017

Haiku Journey: Battling Terminal Illness

Haiku Journey: Battling Terminal Illness

Unknown illness haunts

Doctor delivers heartbreak

Rainstorm mirrors tears

Battling cancer

“I am at peace with dying”

Fearless warrior

Struggles while death looms

Nurses miss trauma warnings

Dad begs for son’s life

View of hospital

Spring preparing for summer

Sunshine brings new hope

Family’s prayerful dawn

Future clouded by unknown

Unified in God

 

For all those traditional Haiku masters out there, please forgive my form theft. In deference to my friend, who did not want to talk or write about this, I needed brevity to make my point.

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